Ysalwen studies the resultant image for a few long moments, turning her holograph-projector-book this way and that as if to make sure she doesn't miss a thing.

AI: You look like you've seen the Witch of the Wilds, or something
AI: Or maybe Ci spoke to you in Fereldan! Or . . . . Orlesian
AI: She didn't, did she?

The horror. Andraste save them all.

AI: I have a similarly ill-fated picture, if you want to see?
AI: But there are some less terrible ones, as well